Even if blessed with a hundred healthy years on this planet…
… my time here is miniscule compared to the boundless time that preceded my birth and the boundless time that will follow my passing.
This stark realization in no way invites a life of resignation, despair, and meaninglessness. Quite the contrary. It renders my painfully short existence infinitely precious–and I must make the most of it.
And so, I choose to embrace my mortality by living with such audacity, passion, and courage that once is enough.
That’s a great attitude, Frank. One that I’m trying to adopt, myself.
Thanks for the resonance, Larry. Glad you’re here.
Well said, Frank. In some ways I think knowing our end is drawing near is a blessing. It gives us time to reflect, to appreciate, to love fully.
Indeed. Thanks so much for your most thoughtful and insightful addition, Linda. All the best!
In my brother-in-law’s family the kids refer to the time before they were born as “when I used to be dead.”
I like it! Out of the mouths of babes! I’ll cop for future use!